…but that was a long time ago, a long story everyone’s tired of repeating, or a short story simply not worth repeating again. - Caitlín R. Kiernan

I don't like remembering the way that hurt her. Hurts her. I'm sure it still does; I'm just not around to see, and I don't like dwelling on that, either. That's only normal. Missing people you still love, and not wanting to see them in pain and angry and humiliated.

I shouldn’t be this tired when I try to find my way back to the tree. I’ll rest for a while, and I’ll drift back down to the orchard, and the stone wall. I’ll lie in my bed and wait. Someone has turned the ponies out again.

Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time.